The Sunspire [m] blue spiral

Idiot, he cursed himself, for no particular reason. She gave no verbal response to his pathetic greeting, but no indication for him to turn back either. There was a truly awful humidity, courtesy of the rain. The outlaw wished to shake off the mist and retreat to the high winded prairie. He didn't depart.

Hesitantly, Calahan approached, ears pinned back in a placative manner. Surely autumn would drive him away with bared teeth or scathing words, he thought.